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shit I have to say

one in three conversations with my dad ends up in an argument about either a) money or b) my childhood. it’s inevitable and over dramatic, and leaves me distressed and hyper analyzing moments that are years old. he does not handle confrontation, he doesn’t handle anything - and that’s probably why we end up in so many intense arguments about things you would think we could have resolved by now.

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